well nightmares, actually. yesterday morning he woke up a little bit early, crying pretty loudly. it wasnt just the usual morning crankiness kind of whining, but more like he was really upset. so I calmed him down and he snapped out of it relatively quickly, but as usual he didnt say why he was upset.
last night we were on the way home from the store and he was chatting away about all kinds of things. he said something like “tonight I will stay in bed all night” (he’s had problems getting up a lot recently) and then “this morning I woke up before my music” (we do a reverse-alarm for him…no getting out of bed before you hear the music). so we were talking about that, and I asked him why he was upset, not really expecting much from him. but then he launched into something like this:
“there was a scary lobster, a scary crab and a scary skunk.” he began
“yeah, a scary skunk. and I went to mama and daddy’s room and I was running.”
“were they chasing you?”
“yeah I was running. and there were scary rocks and a building, and the building fell on me. and there was a scary monster…”
and he repeated and elaborated a little bit. who knows where he got this stuff, but it’s pretty wild to think he’s got all of this in his head. I tried to explain what dreams are, and reminded him that Jesus is taking care of him even when he’s scared and we should pray when we’re scared. not sure how much of that sunk in. but after his initial crying that morning, he doesnt seem to be otherwise too bothered by such things.